Title: Of Frodo and Sam
Rating: PG -to be safe- ;)
Genre: General
Summary: A four chapter fiction of Frodo and Sam from childhood to Sam's own children.
Copyrights and Stuff: I hope you know I do not own LOTR. Or Frodo or Sam *sniff*… the poem in here, Errantry, is definitely not mine. It comes from Tolkien and one of my favorite books : The Adventures of Tom Bombadil.
Author's Note: I wanted to complete this short story before the third installment of Lord of the Rings officially comes out. It will only be four chapters, in (sort of) two parts: Frodo before the Ring takes him, and of course, after it starts to corrupt his innocence. So, I might not update my other stories as often in the process. Thanks for actually reading and clicking on this story! This chapter is very childlike and has the most hobbity-cuteness in the whole story. There won't be too much of it later, so enjoy and thanks!!
Chapter: Song From a Carefree Mind
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Shire Reckoning: Shire, Hobbiton: 2990 T.A.
The dwelling of the Gamgee's lay peacefully quiet under the early sun and cloudless sky which bore it. Sam Gamgee packed the dark soil around the new blossoms, even though the gardening work was done. He kept his hands on the cool earth where he liked them best, and examining the garden of the blooming petals. The thin stems tilted slightly to the sky, resembling small fallen stars.
Up the road, Sam heard the sound of feet and he looked towards the low gate where the miller's son stood. He had never been one of Sam's better friends, but he figured that he should treat hobbit with the same respect, even if he received none.
"Hullo, Ted," Sam said and he stood up to greet up. He brushed his hands on his ashen slacks and Ted slung his bag of flour off his shoulder.
"A lad's back will stay bent if 'tis always hunched over, I reckon, Sam." Ted Sandyman said smugly and he leaned on the fence. "Still digging in the dirt, eh? I thought your gardnin' work was at that Mad Baggins's smial."
"It is, and that's where I'm headin'," Sam said, "But we have to tend our own gardens once in a while." Ted looked over the Gamgee's hole and up on top of the Hill where the green door of Bag End shone emerald. He snickered to himself and nodded his head towards the hill.
"Anyhow, they are a strange folk with their tales of the sea and magic. Such stories can poison one's mind, ya see? That Frodo Baggins was all ready queer, being half Brandybuck and all, but now that he's been livin' with crazy ol' Bilbo…" Ted said and clicked his tongue, "And as for you, Sam Gamgee, you'll be just as odd if you let them rot your mind with stories of fairies and trolls."
"First of all, it's Elves, Mr. Sandyman," Sam corrected him and Ted chuckled and rolled his eyes, "And second of all, Mr. Bilbo and Mr. Frodo are respectful hobbits, if I ever met one, and I find each and everyone of their tales true, and there's no doubt about it." Sam said and he opened the gate. Ted threw the bag of flour on his back again and walked with Sam.
"All I'm sayin' is trouble will come your way if you concern yourself with 'em. The whole Shire knows it." Ted Sandyman said and he towards a different road, "Farewell".
"Farewell," Sam said blandly and muttered stubbornly as he turned up Bag End, "Then I guess I'll have to fight trouble back, if that's what I got to do to see Mr. Bilbo and Frodo."
The grass on the hill swayed in the slight wind and out on the soft ground outside the smial was Frodo Baggins, humming to himself; he fiddled with long blades of grass and flowers and pond-reeds.
"Hullo, Mr. Frodo. Which side of the garden do you want me to start on today, sir?" Sam said and he picked up his gardening tools.
Frodo sat silently and weaved his flowers until he looked up, "How about you take the day off, Sam."
"I haven't even started, Mr. Frodo. And---and the garden?" Sam asked worried and Frodo smiled.
"I think the flowers will be alright for one day without your tending, Sam," He said and he braided the grass and flowers together.
Sam sat cross-legged next to Frodo and twirled a grass blade with concern on his brow. "Something wrong, Sam?" Frodo asked and Sam shrugged shyly.
"It's just…what people say, Mr. Frodo. Rumors spread faster than the flu, and I don't like 'em one bit, especially when they concerns, well…my friends, " Sam said quietly.
"Sandyman?" Frodo asked and when Sam nodded sheepishly, he laughed full-heartily, "Aye, Ted and many others think me and dear Bilbo are as loony as the moon, if that's how you want to say it." Sam bit his lip hard and pondered.
"And that doesn't bother you? Rumors and false things?" He asked and Frodo shook his hair out of his eyes.
"No," He said simply, "To speak the truth, I like to exaggerate our 'madness'. It wasn't too long ago when cousin Lotho and Ted approached me and questioned me and Bilbo's strangeness, or that's what they said. And they says, 'I believe those talks of Elves and such are making you lose your mind'. So I decided to make them think and I says, 'Maybe I'm not losing my mind, maybe it's my mind losin' me.
"Well, that didn't settle too well with them and they stood there wondering if it was a riddle or some kind of insult," Frodo continued and he chuckled, "Ah, well, let 'em say what they've said. There's no stoppin' it now." Frodo said and grinned. Then he took his ring of grass, flower, and water plant and set it upon his head.
"What's that lyin' on your head, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked and Frodo stood up. He loved Frodo, his only friend who let his imagination run wild with him. His cheeks were flushed and the leaves and flowers dangled from his curly head. The white sun glowed behind him; he was tall and fair in front of Sam, and to his eyes, he looked like an Eldar prince of times before.
"Why, 'tis a crown! I image an elvish-like crown…I can make you one if you'd like," Frodo offered and Sam nodded eagerly. "Need I ask if you would rather like a warrior or an Elf crown, Sam?" Frodo asked and he smiled, knowing Sam's love for the Elder kindred.
From Sam's choice of blossoms, even though Sam sulked for picking the flowers from the garden, Frodo made him an Elvish crown of white and blue pale flowers and set it on his blonde head. Lastly, Frodo found two long branches and he waved his over his head calling it a 'Sickle Wand' which he said would be their elvish magic.
"Come now, Sam," Frodo said proudly and he thrust his wand up, "This is no place for Elves!" He laughed loud and jumped over the gate of Bag End and ran down to an empty field. Sam admired his knowledge of Elves and he well-mannerly opened the gate (and closed it) and ran after Frodo.
They giggled as they ran into the empty field. The meadow was of a rich green with dandelions and buttercups in-twined in the grass. The birds chirped and sang, and a white rabbit hopped across the field to its burrow. Frodo skipped around a thin, lone tree and sang soft-spoken from the pureness and innocence from his heart:
There was a merry passenger,
a messenger, a mariner:
he built a glided gondola
to wander in, and had in her…
He sang the song while he ran, never losing breath, and Sam followed hand in hand with him, humming the tune. And when Frodo came to his favourite part, his clear voice came out strong and sweet:
In ship of leaves and gossamer
With blossom for a canopy,
He sat and sang, and furnished up
And burnished up his paroply!
Sam laughed freely with his as he stumbled and skipped through the long grass. He waved his wand and held his crown on top of his head. He did not care if Ted had turned around on his heels and saw him or any other hobbit who thought anything wrongly towards him and his best friend.
And hobbits did see and stare at the two: one with bright eyes, a soft voice, and heir of famous Bilbo Baggins; another with brown hands, a smiling face, and son of a gardener.
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